Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.